I drive and,
I looked for the birds in their normal place.
Flying, soaring high in the sky without a care of where they fly.
But on a day as stifling, suffocatingly hot as it had become,
even the birds knew better than to over exert their frail winged feathered little bodies, not even some.
I sit under an overpass in my sweltering truck and I can immediately feel a 10 - 15 degree difference in air temperature.
On the beams of the overpass a family,
or so I assumed they were.
A family of pigeons smartly perching themselves in their modest abode away from the sun, resting, almost looking at me as I get ready to drive back into the hot sun scorched cruel world.
They all look at me as if to say,
you poor silly man .....
stay under here with us
even if,
you're not
a bird.
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